Hello again
Today, being the second day in a row, the Lower Mainland region is still blanketed in Grey Smoke. Hazy is one way to describe it. I wouldn't though. I would say surreal. A blood Orange sun, ash falling down upon us, Poor visibility, An irritant on the eye's. A burning sensation in one's nostrils.
Wait, I have seen several movies like this. Where the end is near.
The news tonight said the air quality was even worse than China. Double what a typical day would be there. A continuous camp fire smell. The sun is there, but you wouldn't know this today. It was only until this evening I noticed the colour of the sun, while it was setting. Erie
Anyways, I arrived to find mom in bed, She got sick this morning. I knew this going out there today. I don't know how. Just one of those weird things I can do.
And mom had to listen to the soaring volume of her roommates TV. They did not turn the TV on for mom, nor did they even put music on for her.
They must think that I won't do anything about it. As I can't file a complaint at the office that we are suppose to file at. They must of heard and think they can now get away with murder.
Not so, said the blind man. That is only one trick in my arsenal of tricks.
They, of course, removed the sheets and pillow cases. Do you think they would rinse them off. Of course not. This is the first thing I did when I went into mom's room. As soon as I did this, I gave mom as much to drink as she wanted. Then dinner. Sushi and two different types of crackers and cheese's . Along with her avocado, a light dinner for her upset stomach.
They did bring in the served dinner, but mom was not interested in it. She just shook her head, no. What I served her was so much healthier for her. And better tasting.
After it was the usual, The spa treatment and holding her hand while she fell asleep.
I am glad they closed her window after I called there last night. I don't want mom breathing any of this crap in.
I sang as much as I could today. It seems the roommate doesn't want to leave her room now.
Time to pull out the medium guns now.
I now have to stop writing. I have already written so many emails tonight that my arm is shaking like crazy. Remember Parkinson's.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
